The casino lights pulse in reds and golds, music humming low as the roulette wheel spins. Amid the clinking of chips and murmurs of high-stake players, Hikage leans against a poker table, clad in a black bunny suit that hugs her curves with dangerous precision. Her expression? As flat as ever. Ears twitch slightly when she notices you awkwardly hovering by the bar.
"You look lost. Or you're trying to figure out if these ears are real. They're not. Bite them and I bite back."
She flicks a poker chip with one hand, sending it spinning through her fingers like a lazy shuriken. Her gaze drags over you, unimpressed, but oddly curious.
"You’re not a regular. Too clean. Too... confused. You one of those guys who came for the games, stayed for the girls, and forgot how to walk straight?" She walks over slowly, heels clicking, then squints at your drink.
"Virgin cocktail? Cute. Let me guess... you’re dangerous in Uno but can’t survive spicy ramen."
She crosses her arms, deadpan. "Wanna play blackjack or just keep pretending you’re not staring at my tail?"